Edit 22:10----------------------------- Okay, I'm uber-sorry about this entry. It's just...completely unlike my last couple of entries. Just read the stupid person story below. Although, I may have already put this one up before. Sorry if I did. I probably did. Blah, whatever. Just...Yeah, don't waste your time on this one. [/edit 22:12]-----------------------------

After his arrest on charges of burglarizing a home, Michael Allen of Flint, Michigan, arrived in court in 1994 dressed in a green, double-breasted suit that he hopedc ouwld make a good impression on the judge. Allen made an impression, all right! Pointing to Allen, the victim told the judge, "He's wearing my suit!" An examination of the label of the cusom-made suit proved the clothes definatly belonged to the victim.

Sugar is better for you, than all the fruits and vegitables in the world combined. Actualy, it's AS good as all the fruits and vegitables in the world combined. Why? Because it's white. (I'm not a racist fucktard, don't worry XD) Let's think about this from the perspective of a fourteen year old who has the artistic knowledge of a 6 year old: -What is black? Black is the absense of colour. (It's one of those weird things that is techincaly the absence of colour, but is still my favorite colour.) -What is white? White is the...Uhh...Un-absense of colour. -What colour is a blueberry? Blue. -What colour is a red peper? Red. -What colour is a cumquat? You spelt it wrong. See where I'm going with this? Sugar is white. Fruits and vegitables are colourful. If you combine them all together, with all their colour, you will get, WHITE! However, stuff like chocolate and stuff, which is black, aka the absense of colour, aka the absence of any and every fruit/veggie, is pure badness for you. Makes sense right? Yes it does. Now go eat sugar. I take no responsibility for your health/eating habits. So don't send your "well nourished" 7 year old to me. k, I know no one cares about health, and you were all bored to death. Here's something to get you stimulated again: Pic 1, pic 2. Did anyone else find that as arousing as I did? ^_^ That's Bill Gates btw. Taken in 1985. Supposedly for Teen Beat I originaly saw them at the Monkey Methods blog. For more information on them, check out Museum of hoax's article thingy. Ain't dat da sexiest ting ya' eva saw? XD Oh, while I'm giving you links to click on: Click here omg, I am SO doing that...Once I get a credit card...And if I ever use it somewhere other than ebay... Man, lately it's been like, uber-cold here. (But barely any snow damnit!) so I've been wearing paja bottoms to bed! (I'm usualy just in a t-shirt + boxers 24/4. I leave the house for a few hours the other three days) Also, remember last entry, when I said I had the super-human ability to fly? No? Well, how about when I was talking about my bloody noses? Okay, good. Glad your memory hasn't completely gone out the window. Lately I've been having a bloody nose every monrning. I'll wake up, sit up, and then go running to my desk for klenex. (stumbling, muttering, running into stuff, etc, in the process...Which is pretty sad, considering my desk is less than 6 feet from my bed. I roll over, and bam, my computer's right there.) I'm not sure why. Mike: "You're having wet dreams." (Anyone watch anime?) However, that's not true! It's not! Stop pointing your fingers and calling me a pervert! Actualy, last night I had a dream that I went to a dancing club, Jan had run away from home, and I had a driver's liscence. AND I HAD A SWITCHBLADE! ^_^ Man, I was listening to re-runs of the Sean Kenedy show last night, and I guess they made me remember something from the sean kenedy show (the tv show, not the radio show) where he's showing what kind of knife to buy. I think it was on like, the first or second episode. Anyway, he's like "Yeah, and if a cop every asks you to open the knife up, don't go all ninja, and whip it open with your thumb. Use both hands, and open is slowly and clumsily. Dropping it a few times couldn't hurt either. But make sure that you can open it with your thumb if you need to. I personaly, don't think it's much better to left bloody in an alley, than it is to be ass raped in the shower." (refering to jail) Go listen to Episode 55 of the Sean Kennedy Show and skip to 19:00. He spends like 5 minutes on the topic, but it's fucking awesome. k, so anyway, every morning I've either got a bloody nose, or I'm coughing up blood. That's always fun. Oh! Speaking of blood, I went for a blood test on...umm, some random day between today and my last entry. *shudders* I hate the feeling of needles being slid in on an angle. I don't mind getting stabeed straight on. But I hate the feeling of stuff sliding across the inside of my skin. Ugh. I also hate sharp objects near joints. Like the inside of my elbow. *shudder* Man, it's so scary when people twist your arm so they can see the underside of your forearm. Anyways, what else has been happening in my life... Oh! There's still blood on my text book. It's damn hard to get blood off paper. I don't know if any of you have every been happily playing tic-tac-toe with yourself, with blood, then made a mistake and tried to errase it, but it's hard to do! You can't errase it. You scrape it off, or it'll probably rip the paper. You can't rinse it off. You can't burn it off. You can't tear up the paper in an angry rage because you can't figure out how to get the blood off. So yeah, what can you do when your nose drips blood on your text book? Make money off it! That's right. Ebay. Just be creative with your description, and someone's bound to buy it. Who wouldn't want to buy a Canadian calculus text book full of blood. (You can tell it's Canadian because it's got quesitons like "A car swerves to miss a moose. How far will it slide before it stops?" Then the answer is like "533 meters, because there is ice on the ground". Seriously, that's the question/answer. Except it doesn't say "because there is ice on the ground") I've been told I have an obsesion with blood. OKAY, in other news, Tuesday, the 19th of January, 2003, at 8:30 pm EST, exactly two years ago...Back on Tuesday...Was the two year mark, since Deanna's brother attempted to burn down her house. XD Not really, but one of her brothers lit their house on fire two years ago. Speaking of shelves, I introduced Mike to Deanna on Wed. On msn of course. "My friend Mike wants to meet you." "Why?" "*shrugs* I don't know" *whispers 'because he doesn't believe you exist'* "Okay, want to 3 way quickly, I gtg soon." *invites Deanna into convo with Mike* Now, I'm not sure, but I think at this point Deanna was kind of anoyed. Then, the fact that Mike had changed his name to "I LOVE DEANNA!", just two seconds after I added her, to try and get me to introduce me to her, probably didn't help things. Nah, he didn't do that, but he claimed he was going to =P Anyway, yeah, she seemed kind of anoyed. Mike didn't want to talk much either. "I don't want to sound like a jackass." So he says in the convo with Deanna (Me and Mike are having a seperate convo as usual, when we're in mulit-convos) "Hey, I'm moving to T.O. this summer to meet Rob!" Then right after he tells me he doesn't want to sound like a jackass in the other convo, I go "Yeah, he's going to sit me in the corner and whip garbage at me." Man, me and Mike have so many inside jokes. So anyways, Deanna, if you ever read this (I really hope you don't. XD) I'm sorry about that, it was all Mike's fault. He threatened to throw eggs at my computer. Anyway, that was useless information. Wanna hear something funny, but equaly useless? Mike and I are trying to get Dani to buy Silent Hill! She bought a fucking PS2 because she heard eveyrone has one. She bought the whole Spyro series because the dragon looks cute. She bought FF 7 - FF 10:2 because she heard it was good. "Yeah, I played FF 8 and FF 9. I even played FF 9 twice! ^^ Titus is sooo hot! And I heard there was lots of romance in 9, that's why I played it twice. I havn't gotten to the romance part, but I think I'm getting close to it." I dunno about you, but I already want to smack her. Way to go Mike! You havn't felt love for her in two weeks now! w00t! (Mike loved her for like...A long time...Then she broke up with him...And...Yeah...'nother story for another time) Anyway, Mike and I decided to try to convince her to try buy Silent Hill. (rofl, during the process she's like "it takes a lot to convince me to buy something." If she lived close...Like in my backyard or something, I would have fucking gotten up, and shot her right then. If you knew what she bought just because it looked cute, or was 'in', or because someone other than me recomended it...) "Yeah, it's all cool and stuff at the begining, but after the first level, it gets SO fucked up. You end up in a haunted house, and you like, find you can control the zombies, and you can tell them to do all sorts of stuff, even make clothes for you! You can design them however you want! You can tell them to make pink clothes, stylish clothes, high heels, whatever you want!" "I'll have to see the case..." "Pfft, the case is SO misleading. That's the whole reason I tried it out. I thought it looked awesome. And it WAS awesome...For about 10 minutes. Then the whole game becomes about designing clothes." "Hmm, I might get it." Man, I uber-fucking-hope she gets the game. Mike: "Man, she's going to shit her pants crying." She played "Clock Tower" for SNES, and some scisor hand band guy or something, poped out, and she got all scared, and turned off the game, and never played again. SNES graphics scared her! Man, if I had a random team of graphics designers, and a decent FPS engine, I'd program a game for her, where it starts off all, cute and stuff, and you're like, a model or something, then you're modeling something, and all of the sudden it gets dark, and all these creepy zombies, like from Doom3 or something, pop out, and start attacking you. Would kick total uber-ass. In other news, I'm a fucking hypocrite. Yes, this applys to me even though I can't spell it. k, I'm watching home videos during dinner (my dad burned all our camcorder videos onto DVDs, and he's been putting them on during supper) and I fucking hate the young me. Like, if I could go back in time, I would hunt myself down, and shoot myself in the head. With a BB gun. Over and over. Until I was barely concious. Then I'd cut off my fingers, and while I'm waiting for me to bleed to death, I'd cut strips of flesh of the arm, and whip my head with them. Then --- k, I'm sounding like a death metal head. Anyways, the young me was anoying. Even more anoying than I am now. (If you spend an hour with me in real life, you'll get anoyed uber-fast.) Like, I wouldn't shut up. I'd just keep explaining the blantly obvious (Yeah, it's cool in blog form, but in real words...Ugh.../slap Robbie) Now I feel bad when I glare at some loud-mouth kid who won't go away, and think of ways I can kill him. "I was just like that kid...Until I met the computer." I mean, I'll get like that sometimes in real life, but only when I'm tired. Like, when I met Val the last time in T.O. she pointed out that I talked a lot more that time. That's because I was tired. I can keep talking and talking if I'm tired. Or, if I think of something funny to say, it ALWAYS comes out wrong. Like, always. And I feel so stupid. Grrr. I can't really think of an example, but it's true. Man I hate talking. So fucking much. Man I hate me. So fucking much. Now see, if I could be like I am on MSN, I would be so damn awesome in real life! (k, that came out wrong. But you know what I mean) But no. I'm not like that. Except around Matt. Other than that...Ugh... k, so anyways... ---k, here's how I write these things. I open notepad, and write random things in it, throughout the day. So it takes me like 16 hours to write these things. I've been told my entries are "whimsicle", "helter-skelter", "all over the place", "make no fucking sense." So anyway, I was talking with Amanda on MSN just now. XD She's in a "non physical relationship" with someone too. non physical relationships suck. Blah, whatever, I'll think about this while I'm laying in bed tonight. Which I'm going to go do now. After I burn a cd. Aparently, we're paying 10k/year on electricity. And that's too much. So, if all I'm going to be using my computer for, is to listen to music, I figure I might as well just burn some cds, and use a cd player. Just can't let my parents find the cds XD Man, I hate physical stuff. So fucking much. Digital stuff works. I love digital stuff. Digital files, digital songs, online relationships. It's not an online relationship, but it might as well be. I barely do anything with Deanna in real life. Grrr. Okay, so yeah, sorry about the last bit of this entry. I just had to do a typical "Live journal angsty emo kid" bit. Oh, and sorry about the rest of the boring un-interesting stuff in the entry.